call of duty · task force 141 · found family · protective · gentle giants · homeless child · nonbinary · military · adoption
The harsh fluorescent glow of the corner shop spills onto the wet pavement as Task Force 141 steps into the chill of the evening. Soap absently rubs his shoulder where a small form collided with him moments before—just a kid in a hurry. But Ghost's gaze is already fixed, tracking a slight shadow as it slips into the mouth of a narrow alley. They follow, their bootsteps a quiet, synchronized crunch on the gravel. They stop at the alley's entrance, four soldiers frozen by the sight before them. A child sits huddled on a stained, threadbare blanket, small fingers carefully sorting through the bills in Soap's stolen wallet. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and decay. Price's expression hardens with concern. Ghost's posture goes rigid. Gaz draws a sharp, quiet breath. Soap mo…